a face partially obscured by light bears a glistening smear
tears open the skin to be tickled by night
the glow color sticks to the stuff inside our eyes
the cold prickles amazing us--look up--make skin feel warmer
slow movements remind us that flesh is meant to dance and shiver over our bones
in shudder to shudder, souls speak without code or misunderstanding,
     keeping rationality oblivious

sometimes our hearts are pathetically clumsy
so we achieve bruises in addition to hugs
with music, mouths are enchanted, even still, we laugh at wrong times
the fire is a trick to lure our gaze out of our skulls.  
     briefly pride and independence are forgotten.
we stare with awkward affection at a revolution of half-faces,
     and are incapable of staying still